With trembling hands, I clutched my belly. What about my baby? Our baby? All the hope I have earlier shattered into oblivion. The fear of losing Jasper weighted in my mind but right now, I feel so exhausted.
Jasper's arrival home was met with an unsettling silence. The servants hesitated to approach him, whispering about Alice's erratic behavior. The bodyguards briefed him on the earlier incident, their voices laced with concern.
I heard Jasper's car pulled over, but I lay unmoving on the bed. Usually, I'll greet him when he opens the door. After a while, he gently knocked the door and came in.
"The servants told me what happened. I'm sorry if I wasn't here sooner," he said and kissed my forehead. In the past, I would probably smile sheepishly and forgive him. But now, I can't even bring myself to look at Jasper.
"Don't worry about what happened earlier. I'll make sure to find who did it."
"I'm in a bad mood, Jasper," I whispered to him, hoping that he would take notice of me. "You were late."
"Yes," he coaxed. "I'm really sorry, love. Something happened and I needed to be there."